Chapter 38: The Interrogation
The chair creaked as I leaned back, arms folded, eyes locked on Sasha.
She met my gaze—or at least, where my gaze should be. The mask obscured my expression, but I could see everything. The slight tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitched against the cold metal cuffs. She wasn't nervous, not exactly. But she was playing a game, trying to gauge me the same way I was dissecting her.
I didn't say anything at first. Just let the silence stretch, thick and suffocating. People underestimated silence. They tried to fill it, tried to explain themselves before the questions even came.
Sasha exhaled sharply through her nose, breaking first. "You gonna talk, or is this just a staring contest?"
I let a beat pass, then replied, my tone flat. "Tell me about the fires."
Her lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but close. "Straight to the point. I respect that."
I didn't react.
She sighed, shifting in her chair. "What do you want me to say? That I did it? That I planned it all?" She leaned forward slightly, her voice carrying a lazy sort of defiance. "I'll save you the trouble—I didn't."
Lies.
Not because I could hear it, but because I could see it.
[Observation (Lv. 5) Activated]